For continuing to be in the throes of the headache, it's as easy to get to the bed as it can be, Swann brushing aside anything that could be an obstacle or nuisance like curtains in a doorway. He barely notices that she's undressed him, or, after a moment, that he's started lying down. He makes a little noise as he gingerly squirms his way up the bed and rests his head on a cool pillow. His glasses sit awkwardly against his face, and after a moment he pushes them off.

"Stay with me," he murmurs, deciding that he'll trade the silence of solitude for her quiet, gentle care.